Rosencrantz: (dramatically) It was urgent — a matter of extreme urgency, a royal summons, his very words: official business and no questions asked — lights in the stable-yard; saddle up and off headlong and hotfoot across the land, our guides outstripped in breakneck pursuit of our duty! Fearful lest we come too late.
(Beat.)
Guildenstern: Too late for what?
Rosencrantz: How do I know? We haven't got there yet.
— Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Tom Stoppard